The miscellaneous essays and occasional writings of Francis Hopkinson, Esq | ||
SONG III. Beneath a weeping willow's shade
I.
Beneath a weeping willow's shadeShe sat and sang alone;
Her hand upon her heart she load
And plaintive was her moan.
The mock bird sat upon a bough
And list'ned to her lay,
Then to the distant hills he bore
The dulcet notes away.
II.
Fond echo to her stra[illeg.] reply'd,The winds her sorrows bore;
Adieu! dear youth—adieu! she cry'd,
I ne'er shall see thee more.
The mock-bird sat upon a bough
And list'ned to her lay,
Then to the distant hills he bore
The dulcet notes away.
The miscellaneous essays and occasional writings of Francis Hopkinson, Esq | ||